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Author�s Note: Christine and Erik have married at some point before this.
Sing For Me
She lay on the bed on her stomach, her arms propped under her chest as she read her book. Her room was silent, and she could�ve heard a pin drop� or a spider crawling.
Which made her surprised when his body slid onto hers, his chest against her back, when she hadn�t even heard the door open, or his quick footsteps to the bed. She gasped slightly and her eyes stopped on the middle of the page as she felt his arms slide under her body to her stomach, and then slide up to cup her breasts.
�Sing for me,� he demanded into her hair as he breathed in her scent.
She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her song as his thumbs teased the underside of her bosom.
Her mouth opened and she began the Jewel Song from Faust, but as soon as she had finished the first line, she felt him press his hardness into her bottom through the thick fabric of her rose colored dress, and his hands squeezed breasts.
�No,� he said huskily, and flipped her beneath him, and pinned her hands above her head. His large hand held both her wrists as his other slipped down her body to caress her womanhood, and she quickly began to wish the barrier of her dress was not in his way.
�Sing for me,� he commanded once more, and gripped her hip as his eyes told her what he wanted. A playful but sinister smirk was plastered to his face, and she caught her breath, deciding she was going to act innocent. He couldn�t always have everything he wanted.
�I think you�ve gone quite mad,� she announced, raising an inquiring eyebrow.
He grinned rakishly. �Really now?�
She nodded and looked to the ceiling, trying not to smile. Testing her acting skills, she gasped and her mouth dropped open. She tried to point, but found it almost impossible to with his hand holding hers high above her head.
�Spider!� She shouted, and as he looked up to examine, she slipped from beneath him and ran out of the room, and towards the music room, where they each spent so much time together. She grinned as she spotted the piano; he�d know where to look first.
When he arrived not three minutes later, his shirt had been shed from his body. She nearly swooned at the sight, but managed to hop up onto the piano before he could see her.
When he noticed where she was, he grinned wolfishly and stalked towards her. Reaching the instrument, he sat on the piano bench, much to her surprise, and rested his hands on his knees, his hardened manhood standing out quite prominently through his black pants.
She raised an eyebrow as she smiled seductively, and she saw his hands clench his knees.
�I didn�t feel like singing acapella,� she told him, and nodded her head toward the piano keys directly underneath her, her long red skirts covering most of them.
He smirked mischievously, deciding he would play this game with her, and lifted her skirts, quickly grasping her thighs and poking his head up and into her dress.
She gasped, her surprise causing her to lean back, and her elbows rested on the black cover of the grand piano that would normally be open. She knew what pleasurable torture awaited her and her eyes became wide as saucers.
�Erik, no!�
Erik squeezed her upper thighs and pushed them apart. As his muffled voice reached her through the thick fabric of her dress, his warm breath hit her most intimate area and she trembled.
�But, my dear wife, I want you to sing for me.�
His tongue found her hyper sensitive nub, and she gasped loudly and reached blindly in between her legs for his head. He paused as she grabbed a hold of his hair through her dress.
�I�ll sing for you, just let me go!� Christine begged, though she noted her hand was carefully, slowly, pushing her husband�s head back toward her womanhood.
�Yes,� Erik grinned in the darkness of her skirts, �You will sing for me.�
With that, his hands joined his tongue, and finally, she began to sing, her voice lifting through the underground house and into the night.
FIN